Bike Polo, Bike Picnic, No Rules!Bent Fork Chronicles, Vol 7-Issue 7 SEP/OCT 1993
Believe it or not, there is a complete and exhaustive set of the rules according to Ken. As we played we added some other rules, like you had to have at least one foot on the bike when you hit the ball. Note the wording is on the bike, not necessarily on a pedal or anything technical like that. We divided into teams apparently based on age because everyone on the team I was on was over 40.
The team concept was not apparent early in the game as it more resembled a free for all, with everyone heading for the ball and swinging wildly at it and falling down. I fell down a lot. Everybody
fell down a lot. Soon plays were developed. The play development went something like this. We are streaking towards the opponents goal me in the lead. Two defenders are desperately trying to protect the goal or more likely themselves. Garth yells "I've got it Ray" and I yell "I've got them". I proceed to ram into the defenders full force, sorry Mark and Mike. Garth approaches the ball and executes a perfect fake shot, he missed the ball, and Bob Smith brings up end of the play with a perfect shot through the goal. Play continued like this until both teams were too tired to play anymore.
Then we encouraged the women to play. It was at this time that we learned why everyone had been laughing so hard from the sidelines. It is funny to watch this activity, perhaps being more fun than actually playing. Certainly none of the spectators got any bruises or broke any spokes. The next thing I realized was that if I thought the men were aggressive it was only because I hadn't seen the women play. I particularly like watching Fawn twirl her mallet above her head while riding towards the ball. I was intimidated and I was standing on the sidelines.
We played two more games that afternoon to make sure that everyone who wanted to, and some others who did not, had a chance to participate. At the end of the day the most important statistics that were tabulated were the number of broken spokes, most 6 for one rider, and the scores. Because several of the riders for each team switched back and forth it was difficult to say what really constituted a team, and if you were on the winning or losing team for a given chuckker. Of course watching the play often confused the spectators as to which team a particular player was on also. We all had a great time, so much so we are going to repeat the Polo portion of the picnic soon, see the calendar. We have gotten so carried away with the whole idea that we even thought about sending away for the rules. I don't know about that as I have heard that it is supposed to be a noncontact sport. What would happen to Mark Rowe's coaching tip - if you can't hit the ball at least knock the other player over? Oh well, the rules won't be here in time for the next game anyway. See the calendar for date and location."